Wrll my period finally showed up. At the end of one of our fishing trips. Luckily it was a slow start. Between that and M falling it put a damper on one of the benefits of having a house to ourselves.

At least we got to have the place super cold so we could be as snuggly a we like without getting overheated. (We both have octopus kind if sleepers) We really only had to leave the windows open a couple of nights for it to get really cold.

aw

snuggly is good

Snuggly is good.

Except it's decided not to be regular at all and from the PMS symptoms I'm dealing with it's either going to start very soon or not until we are in Florida and that will suck

My period always shows up for the Daytona 500 when I am there. Super frustrating as a race weekend is not the funnest place to be bleeding and having accompanying digestive issues. It's also where I started (and first suspected) perimenopause in 2011. My period, apparently a huge race fan. After menopause, I should go back out of freaking spite.

streaks through the thread singing

o/~ First of May, First of May / outdoor shagging starts today o/~

Woot!

It's gonna be a hundred degrees here, today, Karl. I...think not. Not enough sunscreen on earth. But I think there's going to be one last reprieve, temperature-wise, in a week or so. I think I could live that much of a lie(Well, in addition to the other one that anyone that's not here cares one whit for my preferences in...outdoor wooing,which history suggests is something of a polite fiction on someone's part.{cleans imaginary glasses}

Or, if you feel like singing about it

Someone is clearly getting into the Spirit of the Season: [link]

I used to get tickets to concerts in the Kennedy Center's Concert Hall, in the obstructed view section (way at the top at one end of the row) and there was a couple who'd be there every week making out.

I'd have what she's having. I'm torn about the sound effects, though...have sort of found it a strike against me that, well, privacy has always been at something of a premium and/or maybe I've never had anything good enough not to be thinking of...whoever who's down the hall.(Both could be true...surely nobody here is surprised I'm erotically remedial, right? Although I used to think I did a better job distracting from it.) Sometimes people have wanted, well, not quite commentary, but...and life has taught me to be quick and quiet. (Of course, if that happened at a concert, I could probably make everyone apologize to me because of, you know, involuntary movements and such.)